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Chapter 800 Fiasco
"Attention all combatants, prepare to fire arrows~"

When they saw two golden eagles, they each let out a loud eagle whistle, and then rose from the ground at an astonishing speed of at least more than [-] kilometers per hour.

Among them was a golden eagle, heading straight towards their group of hot air balloons, rushing towards them like lightning.

Lao Hei's scalp was numb for a while, and he immediately roared like this in his mouth.

It should be noted that a total of 21 of their hot air balloons were drifting and were now over the outer camps of the Tubo people.

An irregular six-sided formation was formed in the air, separated by four to fifty meters.

In this way, no matter which golden eagle attacks any hot air balloon from the front, rear, left, right, or which direction, at least three or four people can attack at the same time.

Use long-range weapons such as bows and arrows and firecrackers to greet them right here.

The feeling and posture are very similar to those of the bomber groups that went to enemy-occupied areas together to carry out carpet bombing missions during World War II.

The problem is that the musket in Lao Hei's hand has only been able to hit opponents on the back of a galloping horse at a speed of only fifty or sixty kilometers per hour.

The highest-speed targets that have been hit are just some birds flying at a speed of [-] kilometers in the sky.

Like the golden eagle in front of him, with such a speed exceeding the goal of two hundred kilometers per hour, it was definitely the first time for him to get on the sedan chair.

Frankly speaking, Lao Hei himself had no idea whether he could hit such an amazingly fast golden eagle.

But under the current circumstances, we can only bite the bullet.

During such anxious waiting, only seven or eight seconds later, the golden eagle had already entered the hanging basket where he was, about 150 steps away.

At this moment, the old snake roared with a loud voice that even surprised him: "Fire the arrow~"

Before the last word left his mouth, Lao Hei pulled the trigger in his hand, firing a projectile and five sharp arrows at the golden eagle.

Fortunately, Lao Hei hit the target with his first shot.

Although the shot was not too accurate, the bludgeon only scratched the golden eagle's belly; but after the golden eagle's body shook slightly, many feathers on its abdomen started to fly in the air.
Unfortunately, this blunderbuss failed to completely kill the target.

Instead, the golden eagle burst into wild ferocity after being injured; while letting out a shrill scream, it flapped its wings faster, making its already astonishing speed even faster.

It was during the time when Lao Hei and others blinked a little.

The golden eagle used its sharp claws to cut a hole nearly a foot and a half long on the bulging ball of a hot-air balloon on the left.

The hot air filled in the balloon was immediately exposed to the outside.

A huge explosion did not occur, but such a hot air balloon immediately slowly fell to the ground due to air leakage.

Even if the speed is not fast, the person in the hanging basket will not fall directly to death.

But under the current situation where the ground is full of Tibetans and their servants, it is basically impossible to survive.

It's just that at this moment, the activity area is fixed in the hanging basket. Lao Hei, who has such a small space, can't do anything about the fate of this.

For a moment, he felt so helpless and powerless now.

Or rather, the only thing he could do.

He quickly added some gunpowder to the ignition pool of the gun in his hand, turned the wheel of the ammunition compartment, and completed preparations for the next firing.

A balloon was torn open at the other end, which was the golden eagle that continued to climb higher. The golden eagle, which had escaped their effective range, shouted crazily in its mouth:
"Come here, you flat-haired beast, I injured you. If you can, come here~"

It's just that the golden eagle didn't seem to understand what he said at all, or maybe it understood it and didn't bother to pay attention to him, so it hovered beautifully in the air.

When it dived down again at an even more astonishing speed, it flew in another direction where the bunch of hot air balloons were.

This time, it was the person's turn. The old snake with a big bow in his hand began to feel numb.

Even though this guy has been shamelessly nicknamed himself since he shot another golden eagle in the last battle at Yongningfang and left Jin Mujun's grandson behind.

From the "Tiger Shooting General" in the past, it has been changed to the "Condor Shooting General" today.

But he still has the numbers.

I know that I was able to easily hit the target. The key point was that the golden eagle that hung Kaneki-kun at that time had a huge load.

Compared with the current free-flying golden eagle, the maneuverability between the two is completely different concepts.

He also knew that his reputation as the 'Condor Shooting General' was facing a huge crisis.

Two seconds later, the old snake shouted out "shoot the arrow~"

At the same time, his right hand, which was full of bow strings, let go, and directed a special armor-piercing arrow from it towards a hot-air balloon and a spherical golden eagle a hundred meters away.

In another burst of flying feathers, the old snake's arrow was not completely missed, and shot straight through the left wing of the golden eagle.

But the result of this arrow was just to slow down the flat-haired beast a little.

By the way, another claw passed over and made a one-foot-long gap in the sphere, allowing it to slowly begin to fall toward the ground.

"What the hell! I'm in big trouble today~"

The second arrow that the old snake shot quickly was easily dodged by the golden eagle that climbed up again, and he couldn't help but cursed like this in his mouth...

In fact, what Lao Hei and Lao She didn't know was.

Compared to the hot air balloon they were currently in, two of the spheres had been scratched not long after, but they only caused some non-fatal injuries to the golden eagle.

A little behind them, there was a glider unit driven by Langqing and the others.

When facing the attack of another golden eagle, overall it was too much, too much relief.

For example, when the white-haired girl saw a golden eagle, like lightning, it flew over from the ten o'clock position on the left hand side with a string of afterimages.

Instinctively, he took out a one-handed crossbow hanging on his waist.

After a little calculation of the lead time, he greeted him.

Needless to say, as one of the only members of the team with night vision ability, Ali's crossbow arrow was extremely accurate after being sent out.

It's a pity that such accuracy is of little use.

Because of the small one-handed crossbow in her hand, the power of the crossbow arrows that she summoned was already severely weakened after they flew fifty steps away.

The air flow directly brought by the golden eagle's wings was blown a long way away.

In the end, I don't know where it flew, and it didn't cause any real damage at all.

Instead, the golden eagle continued to move forward and flew directly towards a glider.

When the golden eagle flew over the glider, it easily left a deep scratch on the wing with one paw.

The unlucky man above immediately lost the balance of the glider and fell diagonally towards the ground.

There was also an unlucky guy who was even more speechless, because the golden eagle flew past him almost against the wing of the plane.

The golden eagle flapped its wings, causing a huge noise on the side of the wing, immediately disrupting the airflow it relied on to glide.

Even at this time, the operator desperately passed the mechanism installed by the Mo family and tried to control the balance rosewood of the glider.

A moment later, it still crashed to the right.

It hit another unlucky glider dozens of meters away on the lower right.After a crisp sound of 'click~', there was no suspense at all. The two gliders also began to roll and smashed to the ground.

That golden eagle killed three gliders of the flying force with a simple attack, and the operators above had little power to fight back.

After seeing this, Ali's little white teeth almost broke.

You must know that these gliders were made by Lang Qing and Lao Tie with their Mohist disciples.

But because she had experience in flying gliders during the mission of Jingkang's Shame in the Great Song Dynasty, and after returning to the modern plane, she deliberately found a professional club to learn from.

Therefore, these operators were trained with great difficulty by her.

Seeing them being killed so easily, the white-haired girl became angry like never before.

After gritting her teeth, she also held an eagle whistle hanging from her neck, puffed out her cheeks and blew it vigorously; this was a signal that she was notifying her Haidongqing Xiaobai to join the battle immediately.

Even though Ah Li knew that the tonnage between the two was not in the same level at all, just thinking about it he knew that Xiao Bai should not be a match for the Golden Eagle.

It's just that now they urgently need Xiaobai to buy some time for them...

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But then again, no matter Lao Hei, Lao She, or the white-haired girl Ali and other team members, they were under the attack of the golden eagle.

For a moment, I felt how depressed and helpless I was.

But if this situation can be exchanged, Shang Qixin'er is completely willing to give everything she has to change the situation of both parties.

Without him!When Lao Hei shouted, "Get ready to shoot arrows."

Whether it was the personnel on the hot air balloon or the operator on the glider, the formal bombing process had begun.

After the Molotov cocktails were quickly ignited, they were thrown down to the camp on the ground from an altitude of 600 meters.

As soon as these things hit the ground, the fragile bottle body immediately fell to pieces due to acceleration, and then exploded into a ball of flying sparks.

To be honest, after falling from such a high altitude, coupled with the influence of wind speed and other factors.

The probability that these Molotov cocktails can successfully hit a person on the ground is only one or two percent.

But the problem is that after each Molotov cocktail explodes, the flying sparks can affect an area of ​​​​the boss.

After all, this kind of Molotov cocktail is the third version developed by Lang Qing and others after no matter how many improvements they made in the Tang Dynasty mission world.

Stronger adhesion and longer burning time.

As long as you are within the splash range of Mars, you will be unfortunately left behind.

These sparks will be like tarsal maggots, attaching to their bodies and starting to burn; no matter how hard they beat them, they cannot be extinguished, but will cause more places to catch fire.

Eventually, after their whole bodies burned, they could only turn into a pile of black flesh curled up on the ground, occasionally moving and twitching.

Even if they are not burned to death immediately, such severe burning and infection will leave them with no chance of survival.

In short, such strange and terrifying flames were like will-o'-the-wisps from hell to the Tibetans and their servants.

Amidst the aroma of barbecue, their souls trembled with great fear.

Not to mention that after several consecutive days of sunny weather, their oily tents or shacks almost ignited with a spark.

In the blink of an eye, everything around them seemed to be on fire, with flames everywhere, inspiring the biggest fear in their hearts.

Therefore, in a very short period of time, we approached some camps in the direction of Dazhenguan.

Whether they were cannon fodder or elite Tibetan people, they all turned around and ran away in great fear; a large group of disheveled soldiers with fearful expressions on their faces rushed towards the camp at the rear.

In such a process, the number of people who were pushed and trampled to death was actually much higher than the number of people who were actually burned to death and choked to death by the thick smoke.

It is equivalent to the camp roar that the generals feared most in ancient wars. This happened.

If it were normal times, Shang Qixin'er, who was more experienced in the military, could still make the people in the rear camp defend the camp.

Once the rebels rushed over, they immediately greeted them with a barrage of arrows. Although they would shoot many people to death, they could always gradually control the situation.

So that our side will not be completely defeated and still have a chance to make a comeback.

However, after looking at the will-o'-the-wisps dropped overhead that represented death, they gradually got closer and closer.

Some camps, organized by nobles and officers, were hastily prepared for defense, but they did not wait until the rebels actually rushed over.

One of the pale-faced warriors had already turned around and fled.

The nobles and officers who had stood high in the past and tried to organize them were pushed to the ground like garbage. After countless pairs of feet stepped on them, they almost all became silent.

So, I can't wait for the little tricks those golden eagles used to kill the Tang people in the sky.

The Tibetan army, which is not considered a civilian at present, still has a strength of 10,000+ people. It will face a huge and humiliating defeat tonight.

After realizing this, Shang Qixin'er was still in her prime.

He was so out of breath and had a mouthful of thick phlegm in his heart that he raised his head and fell down as soon as his vision went dark.

Fortunately, the guards around him were quite capable and supported Zampu, preventing him from falling to the ground. After that, they even slapped him on the back and pinched him for a while.

Finally, about a minute later, Shang Qixin'er opened her mouth and immediately spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and then she woke up.

In such a short period of time, the hot air balloons and gliders overhead were flying slowly and leisurely in the sky.

But in fact, it was faster than a galloping horse on the ground.

So that now, they have flown two or three miles away, and are about to fly over their heads where the Chinese army camp is located.

In the direction of Dazhen Pass, a Tang Army cavalry had already rushed into the outer camp.

They were like headless flies, and after being frightened, they ran around randomly, stabbing or hacking to death as easily as killing chickens.
From a farther distance, densely packed Tang Army infantry were also striding forward, and their densely packed numbers seemed to be endless.

It was also a scene like this that overwhelmed the last psychological defense of the Tibetan people.

The Tubo officers and soldiers in the Chinese army camp can naturally be regarded as some of the strongest elites in the army.

But so what?Under the current epoch-making air strike that was beyond their imagination and impossible to withstand, a large number of soldiers began to turn around and run away.

In such a process, they didn't even look at the Chinese military banner erected high behind them; or if they saw the backwardness, they just lowered their heads and pretended not to see it.

Suddenly, the leader of Shang Qixin'er's bodyguard gritted his teeth and drank loudly:
"Take Zamp with you. We don't need the Chinese army's banner. Let's go to the stables to grab the war horses now."

After hearing such a sentence, Shang Qi'er instinctively wanted to open her mouth to object; but when she thought of the current helpless situation, she held back the words that were on her lips.

He simply closed his eyes slightly and pretended to be weak.

In the following time, relying on the elite bodyguards with a total of more than 300 people around them, they ruthlessly hacked and killed other rebels, and they snatched a batch of war horses from the stables.

After Shang Qixin'er was helped onto the war horse, she immediately pulled the horse with her kiss, and the group began to run wildly.

During such a process, he pretended to be weak and lay on the horse that was constantly rising and falling, and all kinds of screams and wails could be heard endlessly.

Shang Qixin'er, who suffered an unprecedented defeat in her life, thought of the consequences of this battle.

For a moment, I really wanted to grab a long knife, just wipe my neck and die...

(End of this chapter)